Monday, January 24, 2011

Run

Hawk eyes and a rustle in the litter
on a crowded city street
a meeting so bitter
when they used to be so sweet

Sing to me in the sunshine
whilst dancing in the rain
I'll be dancing with you sometime
when I stop feeling pain

A rat in the street
and a hawk in the air
can you never tell I'm there?

(c) 2011